Page 31 of Sinful Mafia Prince

“Really. Shocking.” Dom led him over to another booth, this one showcasing a variety of fish.

Luca leaned in close to whisper, “We don’t have to sample these too, do we?”

“I don’t. You do.”

“What?”

Dom grinned, surprised to be enjoying himself. Here he was with a Fiore in Italy, shopping in one of the local street markets, and he’d barely given a thought to what was going on back in New York. At least not for the last half-hour.

“Buon pomeriggio,”Dom said to the man standing behind the booth.“Prendiamone quattro dell’ persico, per favore.”

The man nodded, and as he began to get their fish together, Luca said, “Do you know how to cook that?”

“No. Do you?”

“Uh, no.”

“Guess we’ll have to eat it raw.”

When Luca’s eyes widened, Dom laughed.

“What, not a sushi fan?”

“I mean…I guess I cantryit?”

“You’ll have to or starve.” Dom side-eyed Luca and then shook his head. “I may not beat out Chef’s chorizos, but I can cook a fucking fish.”

“Signore?”

The man behind the counter held up the paper bundle, and Dom took it from him and handed it off to Luca.“Grazie,”the man said after Dom paid.

“So what’s next?” Luca asked, all but bouncing on his toes.

“Hmm.” Dom glanced around the markets he’d come to as a child, and his eyes fell on a familiar stand. “Do you have a sweet tooth?”

“Of course, doesn’t everyone?”

“Not always. My father isn’t a huge fan.”

Luca rolled his eyes. “Of course he isn’t. Why am I not surprised?”

Dom began to walk down the aisles of fresh fish toward the vegetables, and Luca jogged to keep up.

“What about you? Do you like sweets?”

Dom headed past several stands of fresh vegetables and stopped in front of a fruit stand, where a lady with a scarf wrapped around her hair smiled at him.

“Buon giorno,”Dom said with a smile.

“Buon giorno.Would you like to try some plums?”

“Yes, please, these are my favorites.”

“You must have one, then. One for you and one for your friend.”

Dom picked up one of the small black plums and inspected its dark skin. Then he turned to Luca, who was frowning.

“What’s that?”

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